Does anyone actually read my blogs?

Does anyone actually read my blogs? I am very curious about that. Cuz' honestly my blogs kinda suck. Let me know if you're reading this crap. Thanks.

15 Years as a DJ

I recently "celebrated" 15 years as a DJ. It's been so long since I wasn't a DJ of some kind that I have a hard time remembering what life was like before the. Man, time flies. Don't waste a minute of it.

Life is stange.

I first wrote this on August 12th of last year and somehow it still applies to this day. When I was younger, I used to think that everything would make more sense when I was older/wiser. Now that I am older, I am more confused than ever. I've met so many amazing people in my life. I've had a lot of great friends, but I guess I'll never understand what makes people come into my life and what makes people leave my life. Is life just so incredibly random that everything that happens is just a coincidence? Why can somebody be your best friend one day & the next day it's all different????? I often wonder, is it me? Do I drive people away? Or are people just always moving on? It's confusing. Life is strange.

Las Vegas

I just got back from Las Vegas and this time I saw 6 shows! I saw the Amazing Jonathan, Hairspray, Extreme Magic with Dirk Arthur, Buck Wild, Wayne Newton, and X the Erotic Adventure. I want to write about Wayne Newton, Mr Vegas. Boy, was he sad. The show started out marginally entertaining. Then it turned comical for all of the wrong reasons. Finally, it became pathetic. Wayne should retire with dignity. His voice is shot. He just doesn't have it anymore. It just seemed like someone who forgot to quit.

Memories

I did something that I don't do very often, I visited my mom's gravesight. It's been over eight years since she's past and I typically don't go there. My theory is that my memories of her live inside of me and that I shouldn't need to go to a cemetary to remember her spirit. But I decided to go anyway. I just spent a few minutes reflecting. I miss her so much. I wish she was her. I hope she's proud of me. I wish I could share my accomplishments with her. I wish I could just tell her that I love her. I wish I could hug her and thank her for being a wonderful person. In an odd way, it felt good to cry at the cemetary. When a loved one dies, you never get over it. You only learn to accept it. The tears that I had only reminded me of how fragile we all are and that life is too short. I need to continue to use the memory of my mother as an inspiration and to make her proud. Thanks for the inspiration mom! I love you.

Pizza

Shawn & I are eating Green Mill pizza tonight. Yeah! I am buying it too! Shawn is a cheapskate. I can't remember the last time he bought me food.

David Copperfield

I just saw David Copperfield today. I think he's a better magician than me. Now is he a better entertainer? That's up for debate. Is he better looking. I'm not sure. Is he fatter? No way. How's his Bar Mitzvah dj'ing abilities? I don't hink he has any. Can Copperfield put up with a bald sidekick? Never.

The Twins

Dear Diary, I went to the Twins game with Mike Smith yesterday. We had fun. The End.